An Illustration Is Worth A Thousand Words

I just had to share this photo that I came across on Twitter, hat tip to Andy Nyman (@andynyman). Go here for the original and to give props to Andy!


3 thoughts on “An Illustration Is Worth A Thousand Words

  1. Having visited all 50 states, now 42 nations (lived two years in the Middle East), I am constantly amazed at the ignorance of so many Americans about the rest of the world. They don’t even care to study geography (and many schools no longer offer such studies). Once I told my students I was born and raised in northern Indiana and none seemed to have any idea where it is (one boy did venture a guess that it was “somewheres near Iowa”). Many don’t know what nations are our neighbors on the northern and southern borders, believe it or not. They need to get out of their hills and hollers and see that there are actually other places on earth just as good or better for human life besides the “good old USA! USA! USA!

  2. Kind of along the same lines but very different too. I went to an animators conference near Chicago many years ago and a teacher at a high school from the city of Detroit brought 3 of her kids to the conference and in talking with the kids, they told of how they had never been out of the city. When they got out of the city on their drive to the conference, they couldn’t believe that there was so much open land. They had never seen farmland or just open fields before. It changed their world.

    Can you believe that. They said, you know I’ve seen video and pictures of it before, but it wasn’t real. Seeing open fields and farm land was just a totally new experience for them. The conference was at Starved Rock State Park in Illinois, waterfalls, trails along the Chicago river….just beautiful. So you can imagine how cool it was for these kids who had never left their neighborhood in Detroit. By the end of the 3 day conference, these kids were just glowing…and talking about how they saw that they didn’t have to stay in the city, they saw possibilities. Pretty cool stuff.

  3. I once had a run-in with some city guys in college. I was elected by my fraternity to run our house commissary. My responsibility as “Steward” was to purchase the food to feed 65 young men and to supervise the cook and house crew. Since this position took some time, I got my room and board free. We had a budget shortfall one semester due to a loss of pledges and I went out to some farms and bought hogs and beef “on the hoof”. I had them butchered by a deer processor, kept the wrapped meat frozen in a locker plant.

    Of course, we quickly went through the steaks and I had much of the meat ground for hamburger, sausage. I soon ended up with a lot of head meat, tongue, feet, tail, and organ meat. Our black cook could make some great barbecue and she said would use it up. One evening she put on a huge pot with the skulls boiling, telling me to turn off the fire at around 11 p.m. Some inquisitive frat brothers smelled something cooking at our break time and beat me to the kitchen. They had fished out the skull halves and a huge cow tongue. When the word got out what I was “feeding” the brothers, I was nearly impeached. Most of the brothers were from Chicago and thought meat, milk, eggs came only from the aisles of a supermarket. They could not relate to live animals on farms. Many refused to eat the delicious barbecue even when I told them that their favorite hot dogs were also made from such scraps.

    Mexicans here love barbacoa (head meat) and along with tripas (tripe) in menudo sopa, it is a weekend ritual. Seemed the white Anglo ranchers in Texas kept the good cuts for themselves leaving behind the meat scraps for the Mexican hands. Mexicans now have some cultural pride in eating such “cuts” of meat.

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